Let's close up and make a mess
Let's close up and make a mess
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Soft all over
I have my methods, daddy
Claim your big prize
I need a taste to be convinced
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Don't you just love mornings?
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven